Sensor Sweep

Once at the small ship, Hel waited for Coreas to enter as well before closing the hatch and taking off. If they were going to track as many targets as they needed to, they would need to be in open space. As the ship headed out, Hel was very busy entering quick commands into the console. She had to hone the ship's sensors and get them to track all the traffic in the area, this required some setting up.

Coreas slipped into the co-pilot's seat. "I wish I had my own ship." He muttered under his breath as he ran a quick diagnostic on the sensor array. As far as undercover ships went it wasn't a bad choice, but they could have taken better care of it. When the console flashed green he ran a test sensor sweep, watching the sensor pattern for a moment.

"Your name isn't really Velen A'gorit, is it." Hel mused, watching the pattern as well. "I mean, I have no idea what it would be, but as far as we know you're a smuggler, and smugglers don't tend to use their own name." she added, glancing at him for a moment to gauge his expression.

"Secrets of the trade." Coreas said as he remodulated the sensor pattern. "I looks like the sensor array might be warped on one side."

"Alright, so you're admitting to using a false name. Kinda makes it more difficult to trust you." she mused, accessing the sensor controls. "Yeah, the port side is out of alignment. Old piece of crap. Should be easy enough to compensate." she mused. "How's that?"

"Better. I'll have to reroute power from the defensive weapons and shields to the sensors to get the output we need." Coreas accessed the power systems and dragged his fingers across the console's surface as he shunted power to where it was needed. "And to be honest, you don't need to trust me. Your Captain does."

"I'll have to compensate for that additional power, disable the limiter and safeties. There we go." she mused. "You can add the power now. Also, the Captain isn't here, is she. I am. And we're surrounded by potentially hostile craft."

"I got them. Tagging ... Computing average trajectory ... " she frowned, then eyes widened as realization started dawning on her. If her skin wasn't near white already she'd have gone pale when she recognized that "... They're heading f - " She was interrupted when her comm badge chirped.

=/\= Stowe to Samedi, stand by the beam me, Doc Sullivan, and our mousian friends up to the shuttle on my mark... beam the mousians directly to sickbay... for what it's worth, =/\=

"Standing by." was Hel's reply. She sounded grim, given the situation.

=/\= Alright, Hel. Do it,=/\=

Hel met Brenan and Sullivan as the latter two appeared in a bright beam of blue. She looked spooked. "We know where they're going." she spoke without giving them a moment to adjust after beaming over. "Straight for Langport."